The Diary

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       After everything had been settled, Morty and I walked back downstairs, the two of us grinning. We walked through the living room and Summer squealed, staring at our intertwined fingers. "Shiiiiiiip!"

       Beth looked back and smiled fondly while Jerry was absolutely lost. Good, let's keep it that way.

       Morty and I made our way into the kitchen and paused at the counter. He lifted the cookie from last night, the yellow and blue heard still very visible. "I, uh, made this last night, kind of like a wish. I guess it worked." He giggled and took a bite, offering a piece to me. I smiled and decided to just go with it, taking a bite as well. Morty laughed, blushing lightly and setting the last bit back down on the counter.

       We had moved to walk out of the kitchen but were blocked by Summer. She trapped us in the doorway and pointed up, smirking. Mistletoe.

       I looked from the damned plant, to Summer, and down to Morty. He was still staring up, blushing and lost in thought. "Don't just dream it," I leaned down and pulled Morty against me, one hand on his hip while the other cradled his cheek. It had started out softly, both of us just enjoying the presence of one another, but I found myself pressed against one side of the doorway, Morty suddenly taking control. I felt my face heat up as he kissed with more pressure, running his hands through my hair. This was everything I hadn't though of, and it was everything I was glad to have.

       We were lost in the moment, both of us finally having what we wanted. Morty pulled away, blushing heavily and breathing sharply. He caught his breath and I pushed him against the other side, "My turn, baby." I pressed my body against his, feeling him fling his arms over my shoulders while I ran my hands along his torso, feeling him shudder. I nipped lightly at his lower lip before I finally let him go, breathing as heavily as he was. 

       We both turned our heads to find Summer gawking and covering her mouth, a massive blush on her face and a smile in her eyes. "It's so much better in real life than it is on my stupid phone!" 

       I had no idea what she was talking about and Morty laughed at my confused expression, "She's talking about the gay yaoi boys she's always fangirling over." I rolled my eyes, not really sure I would ever understand what it was with people and their obsessions with those things.

       I looked back down at Morty, seeing him staring up at me with stars in his eyes and a stupid grin on his face. "The hell are you st-staring at, Morty?" He relaxed and looked away, "Sorry, I just can't believe that happened, is all."

      Nodding, I pulling him into a hug, "I'm sorry, Morty, r-really. I-I just... I don't know ho-how to explain it, alright? But I'm sorry."

        He wrapped his arms around my middle and buried his face in my chest, "I know."

        "Hey, Morty?" I let him go, feeling him pull away from me, though his hands still lingered on my waist. "Yea?"

       "We're gonna make a quick stop somewhere."

-x-

       "You did what?!" I watched as Morty had a conversation with 132 about how he got his Rick. Apparently, he had shown up in his garage one day, just like normal, and crawled up under the desk. He just went right for it, scaring the shit out of his Rick, whipping the dingaling out and going to town. Things were awkward for his Rick, but the little shit got his way, and the two wound up in a relationship and running away from their family.

       "Nice eugh going, kid." I took a drink from my flask, raising it in honor of the kid's bravery, "So, Rick, how is it?" I knew what he was talking about, "I-It's... great. There's just always eugh go-going to be that little voice that doesn't know ho-how to feel, you know? But the kid's happy, so I'm happy." I smiled and grabbed my Morty, pulling him away from his conversational partner.

        "I think we're gonna head back now, though. He might have another present still." I watched Rick laugh and his Morty giggle, both nodding in understanding. "Merry Christmas, 137." I waved, "Right back at ya."

       We wound up in Morty's room and I plopped the kid down onto his bed. "What did you mean by 'another present'?" He stared up at me, curious as hell. 

        "Well," I handed him his laptop, "for now, we're just gonna watch some more of those comics, because I need to know what eugh happened to Sans or the curiosity'll kill me," Morty giggled, "and maybe you'll find out the rest later."

       Morty turned the show back on and I pulled him against me, sitting cross legged and holding him in my lap. I held my arms around his middle while watching, completely content as he absentmindedly traced little patterns on my sleeve. 

       Once I got over the fact that Sans was now dead and I'd barely gotten to see his backstory, Morty found another comic, watching with complete concentration.

        I ran my fingers up his sides, feeling him jump. I stopped and went over his shoulder blades, finding my way to his neck. I tickled him lightly, hearing him giggle and swat at my hands. 

        I don't know why I couldn't see before that this was all I ever wanted.

       I turned Morty's head to the side and pressed light kisses to his neck. He shuddered, exhaling sharply.

       I ran my tongue lightly over his neck, finding his weak spot after a moment of searching aimlessly. He whimpered softly and I chuckled, lightly biting down on it. I ran my free hand up and under his shirt, rubbing lightly over his torso. He was covered in goosebumps by now, his eyes closed as he let out short, quick breaths. I pulled my head back, releasing his neck and feeling him sit up. I pulled my hands away and watched him fold his arms over his chest, huffing. "Not fair in the slightest." I let out a bark of laughter, "What isn't fair?"

       He sighed, "That wasn't fair, Rick." He turned and pouted, a surprisingly massive turn-on. I stared wide-eyed for a moment before I adjusted myself, trying not to let him notice. It worked for a little bit, but he leaned back onto me, pausing for just a second. He looked back at me, a sly grin and one brow raised. "Is Rick getting excited?"

       "Don't even st-start, kid." I rolled my eyes, trying not to get too worked up. "Why not?" He pouted again. Shit.

       Morty bit his lip, peering up at me through half-lidded eyes. 

       "Can I have my other present, Daddy~"